Occupation: Writer Birth: August 26, 1911 Death: November 5, 1968
There are men whom one hates until a certain moment when one sees, through a chink in their armour, the writhing of something nailed down and in torm….
Now, you mummy's darlings, get a rift on them boots. Definitely shine em, my little curly-headed lambs, for in our mob, war or no war, you die with c….
When Irish eyes are smiling, watch your step..
I can't believe in the God of my Fathers. If there is one Mind which understands all things, it will comprehend me in my unbelief. I don't know whose….